Piccadilly Heart |
In Celestia Church, Aurelia Maria Rivera always took note of the people who resided in there. Whether it was the on goers, the passerbys, the lost souls, or the workers whom served the clergy- this nun always had an ever the watchful eye towards them. One of the workers Jamie, which was someone who was dedicated and truly deeply rooted towards the light had always struck a chord with her. They never had the chance to speak, as both were people of many words- well, lack thereof per say. Although, Aurelia was ever curious to know the stranger who served the Goddess with the upmost respect and unrelenting worship she has ever seen in another person. It was as if, they held a close connection towards the Goddess themselves. Of course, anyone whom enters these grand doors of the church, should eventually find themselves possibly touched by the Goddess. Of course, it doesn’t always go like that. Not that it was the point. There he was, standing by the statue of the Goddess, sunbeams cascading down the stained glass windows of the chapel- a holy sight indeed. With a broom in tow, Aurelia makes her way over towards the lavender haired coworker.
“Jamie, was it? ….” It wasn’t as if she didn’t knew his name already, but this was the first time they manage to have a conversation in all the last several months of working in the same church. “….How do you do today? The church here is ever peaceful, right?” Thankfully, due to her practice of speaking to a certain musician, Aurelia knew all too well how to engage in small talk. “I’m afraid we never had the opportunity to speak, but I always admired your dedication to the Goddess. I’m sure she appreciates that.
Jamie was standing, just thinking about things at the moment. He was supposed to be preparing some herbs, and he had them out, but hadn’t gotten quite to doing it just yet. He let out a sigh. Today had been fairly long- he had a rather busy day at the farm, but he actually had managed to come here before the sun went down, which wasn’t common. Jamie turned his head at the sound of a voice, then all all the way around. “Yes.” He answered bluntly, staring at the woman. Who was she again? She worked here, but he couldn’t quite remember her name. He had heard it tossed around by Dorothy here and there, but... He narrowed his eyes. He supposed he had to be civil. Well, as civil as Jamie could be, that was. Besides, she was clearly devoted to the Goddess- that added some level of respect for her, at least.
“Can’t say I remember yours.” He answered, and then nodded. “Guess I’m alright.” He muttered, looking back to the stained glass. “Yeah, it brings me a little bit of peace, at least...” He answered. He had to admit, a pond would be better at bringing him peace, but this came at least a little close. He looked to her again for a moment before nodding and looking away. “Thanks, I guess.” He said nonchalantly, although he did feel a faint swell of pride at the compliment. It was good if she admired him for that. “And I sure hope so...” He said with a small sigh. He knew that she appreciated it....but was he ever really doing enough? The thought always bit at him.
